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CONTAINING 

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A Drop  too  Much. 

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Once  on  a Time. 


The  Pedler  of  Very-Nice. 


Entered,  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1866,  by 
GEO.  M.  BAKER, 

in  the  Clerk’s  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  District  of  Massachusetts. 
Copyright,  1894,  BY  Emily  F.  Baker  (in  renewal). 


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THE  PEDDLER  OF  VERY  NICE. 


A BURLESQUE  OF  THE 

Trial-scene  in  The  Merchant  of  Venice. 


CHARACTERS. 

Shylook  fa  Pawnbroker). 

Judge  Bussell  (of  the  Very  Nice  Police  Court)# 
Antonio  (The  Peddler  of  Very  Nice). 

Bassanio  (a  Yery  Nice  young  Man). 

Portia  (a  Yery  Nice  Bloomer). 

No.  333  (of  the  Yery  Nice  Police  force). 

Clerk. 


COSTUMES. 

Shylock. — A long  dressing  gown,  high  colored;  long  white  hose;  san- 
dals ; a coarse  wig,  made  from  horse-hair,  that  can  easily  be  detached 
in  “ handfuls ; ” three  hats,  one  on  top  of  the  other,  in  imitation  of 
the  old  Jew  peddlers. 

Judge.  — Made  up  fat  and  pompous;  knee  breeches  and  stockings;  long 
wig;  flowered  waistcoat;  blue  coat;  long  white  neck-tie. 

Antonio.  — Blue  coat,  with  brass  buttons,  out  at  the  elbows;  black  crop 
wig ; seedy  pantaloons  and  boots ; he  carries  a tray  containing  toys 
and  fancy  articles,  suspended  by  a strap  around  his  neck,  placard  in 
front,  — “ Any  thing  on  this  hoard  for  four  cents.” 

Bassanio.  — A rather  dandified  mixture  of  antique  and  modern  costume; 
eye-glass;  mustache. 

Porlda. — Bloomer  dress;  long  curls;  straw  hat;  spectacles  and  parasol. 

333.  — A burlesque  imitation  of  a Boston  policeman ; the  hat  very  tall ; the 
buttons  on  his  coat  very  large;  and  an  enormous  “ billy.” 

Clerk. — Rusty  suit  of  black;  black  wig;  cadaverous  face,  and  heavy 
black  eyebrows. 


All  the  characters  should  be  labelled  with  placards  suspended  around 
the  neck,  thus:  — “ This  is  Shylock “ This  is  the  Judge /”  “ This  is 
Portia,'”  <?c.  The  Judge’s  chair,  &c.,  should  be  labelled  “ The  Judge's 
Chain ” “ The  Clerk's  Desk',”  “ 333’s  Bell;”  “ S hy  lock's  Shears ;”  q 'c„ 
$c.  Every  thing  U3ed  in  the  piece  should  be  labelled. 

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Scene.  — Interior  of  the  Very  Nice  Police  Court.  Chair 
for  Judge,  c.  Table  for  Clerk,  with  chair , r.  Enter , 
l.,  No.  333  ; seats  himself  in  Judge’s  chair , and  infolds 
a newspaper. 

333.  Well ; here’s  a go,  the  u Post”  cut  down  again  ! 
Paper  has  riz  once  more,  ’tis  very  plain. 

It  sarves  ’em  right : by  critic’s  sneer  and  frown 
They  cut  us  up  ; so  let  ’em  be  cut  down. 

What’s  this?  by  jingo,  here’s  a great  display  I 
There  must  be  something  stirring,  I should  say. 

No  : only  Holloway’s  cures  for  many  ills. 

Why  will  these  newsmen  physic  us  with  pills  ? 

We  ask  for  light,  they  “ puff”  a u safety-match  ; ” 

We  itch  for  news,  they  bid  us  “ Scratch,  scratch,  scratch.” 
Enter  Judge,  l. 

Judge.  Halloo,  my  jolly  “gevus  ! ” what’s  to  pay? 

Is  that  the  way  you  pass  our  time  away?  (333  jumps  up.) 
Go  call  the  clerk.  What  means  this  long  delay? 

333.  Please,  sir,  the  clerk  is  lunching  o’er  the  way. 
Judge.  Lunching  at  nine  o’clock  ! ’Tis  in-jVrious. 
333.  Here  comes  the  clerk,  and  looking  very  pious. 
(Judge  takes  his  seat , c.  Enter  Clerk,  l.,  eating  a 
piece  of  pie.  He  carries  under  his  arm  a huge  booh  ; takes 
his  seat , R.) 

Judge.  Come,  sir,  this  dallying  with  the  law’s  no  joke  ; 
lust  read  the  records,  while  I have  a smoke. 

( Produces  a huge  meerschaum , and  bag  of  tobacco.) 

333.  (l.)  Your  honor’s  pardon  ; but  to  blow  a cloud 

I n justice’s  eyes  is  never  here  allowed  : 

A hint  to  a blind  horse  is  good  as  a kick. 


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Judge . I think  I won’t  smoke  : it  might  make  me  sick. 
Clerk.  First  on  the  list  is  that  highway  robbery, 
About  which  old  Shylock  kicked  up  a “ bobbery.” 

Let  a coat  out  of  pawn,  without  claiming  his  pay ; 

But  the  coat’s  under  bonds  to  come  here  to-day. 

Judge . A coat  under  bonds  ! How  do  you  make  it? 
Clerk.  Why,  Bond  the  policeman  was  sent  for  to  take  it 
( Takes  up  a tart , and  commences  eating.) 

Judge.  How  ! 333,  quick  call  the  parties  : 

Our  scribbler’s  answer,  like  his  lunch,  quite  tart  is. 

333.  (Ringing  a large  bell.)  Oh,  yes  ! oh,  yes  ! come 
Jew  and  Gentile  too, 

Come  into  court,  and  quick  settle  this  stew. 

( Takes  his  place  by  the  side  of  Judge.  Enter,  L.,  An- 
tonio and  Bassanio.) 

Judge.  What ! is  Antonio  here,  and  in  his  place  ? 

Ant.  Antonio’s  here,  and  ready,  please  your  grace. 
Judge . George  F.  Antonio,  you’re  a gay  young  lark, 
And  quite  light-headed,  though  your  hair  is  dark. 

This  Jew  has  fixed  you  in  a tightish  place  ; 

And  right  up  to  the  music  you  must  face. 

Ant.  May  it  please  you,  judge,  I know  I’m  in  a 
stew, 

And  must  confess  this  blow  makes  me  quite  blue ; 

But  I am  in,  and  he  shall  find  I can 
Stand  up  to  him,  or  any  other  man. 

Bass.  That’s  right,  old  chap,  hit  out  straight  from  tha 
shoulder  ; 

I’ll  second  you,  and  be  your  bottle-holder. 

Judge . 333,  where  is  the  Jew? 

We’re  getting  anxious  now  to  put  this  through. 


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333.  Climbing  the  stairs,  the  Jew  just  now  appears, 
Bearing  his  carpet-bag  and  sharpest  shears. 

(j Enter  Shylook,  l.,  with  a carpet-bag  and  huge  pail 
of  shears  ; crosses  the  stage  with  a tragic  stride , and  stops 
in  r.  corner . Exit  333,  l.) 

Shy . You  sent  for  me,  and  I have  hither  come  : 
Speak  quick,  or  I’ll  go  back  to  my  wig  warn. 

Judge . Look  here,  old  Shylock  ; have  no  more  such 
stuff : 

You’ll  find  your  wig  is  warmed  quite  soon  enough. 
Shylock,  the  world  thinks,  and  I think  so  too, 

That  you  ar e gentle,  though  you  are  a Jew. 

We  think  you  are  playing  Antonio  a joke, 

Which,  like  good  jokes,  we  trust,  will  end  in  smoke. 

Shy.  Such  logic  is  enough  to  make  one  sick. 

Do  you  think  my  bargain’s  nothing  but  killikinick  ? 

Judge . Shut  up,  old  man,  and  mind  what  you’r® 
about ! 

You’ll  find  your  pipe  will  quickly  be  put  out. 

A dozen  buttons  from  his  coat  you’d  cut  away , 

Because  he  cut  away , and  did  not  pay ; 

But  gave  his  I.  O.  U.,  like  many  a goose. 

To  make  his  coat,  just  like  his  morals,  loose. 

So  runs  the  bond ; and,  if  your  case  is  won, 

You  gain  twelve  buttons,  and  he  is  undone. 

We  all  expect  a genteel  answer,  Jew. 

Shy.  I told  your  grace,  at  Higgins’,  o’er  a stew* 
That  I was  bound  to  put  this  matter  through ; 

To  have  my  bond,  and  have  my  buttons  too. 

If  you  deny  it,  let  the  danger  lie 
Upon  your  new-built  City  Hall  close  by, 


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Which,  by  the  late  election,  now  I think  on, 

Must  be  built  stronger,  having  a strong  Linkon. 

You  ask  me  why  I claim  this  dozen  brass 

Rather  than  postage-stamps  ; well,  stamps  won’t  pass  ; 

So  we’ll  pass  that,  as  I’m  a humorous  man : 

I give  that  reason ; and  no  other  can. 

What  if  my  house  be  troubled  with  a rat, 

And  I pay  roundly  for  a Maltese  cat  ? 

Or  purchase  Rat  Exterminator,  bound  to  kill 
Either  the  rat  or  purchaser,  at  will? 

Some  men  there  are  love  not  a roasted  pig 
With  calves-foot  jelly,  or  — in  any  rig. 

No  for  your  answer,  as  twice  two  are  four, 

And  four  times  five  will  make  just  twenty  more. 

’Tis  very  plain,  that,  with  a pair  such  knaves, 

Two  dozen  buttons  for  old  clothes  I saves. 

No  other  answer  will  I give,  that’s  flat ; 

So,  while  I take  the  buttons,  hold  my  hat. 

Bass.  Thisfis  no  answer,  you  unfeeling  brute  ! 

Shy.  What  is’t  to  you,  you  saucy,  young  cheroot? 
Bass.  Do  all  men  cut  their  customers  like  you? 

Shy.  Well ; barbers  cut  their  customers,  — a few 
Bass.  Every  offence  is  not  a settled  vice. 

Shy.  What ! would  you  have  a barber  cut  you  twice  r 
Ant.  I pray  you,  chum,  don’t  question  with  the  Jew, 
But  let  old  Red-nose  put  this  matter  through. 

As  well  attempt  to  stop  a city  dinner, 

As  try  to  move  this  wicked,  ugly  sinner. 

Judge.  That  reminds  me  of  a joke. 

Ant.  Don’t  say  it. 

L have  the  floor,  so  on  the  table  lay  it ; 


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Make  no  more  offers,  not  another  stamp : 

Come,  take  your  buttons,  and  we’ll  homeward  tramp. 
Bass . For  thy  six  postage-stamps,  lo,  here  are  eight  I 
{Showing  eight  immense  jive-cent  postage-stamps.) 

Shy . My  friend,  your  offer’s  given  in  too  late. 

If  every  stamp  were  in  eight  pieces  rent, 

Apd  every  piece  were  plastered  with  cement 
Instead  of  gum,  thick  as  a Poor  Man’s  Plaster, 

Where  every  pull  but  makes  it  stick  the  faster, 

I would  not  have  them ; I would  have  my  due. 

I’ll  have  my  bonds,  and  have  my  buttons  too. 

My  gentle  ’Tonio,  now  you  plainly  see, 

In  this  great  mucil  age , you  can’t  gum  me. 

Bass.  How  canst  thou  hope  for  credit,  giving  none? 
Shy.  Because  I have  the  greenbacks,  curious  one. 
Those  who  want  money  want  for  credit  too ; 

They  get  no  contracts,  while  the  rich  ones  do. 

As  Uncle  Sam  shells  out,  ’tis  plainly  seen 
The  smartest  ones  are  they  who  show  most  green. 

Judge.  Greenbacks,  ha,  ha  ! I recollect  a story  — 
Shy.  Of  Deacon  Foster,  or  old  Mother  Morey? 

Shut  up,  old  man  ! don’t  you  begin  to  sputter  ; 

That’s  not  the  way  to  earn  your  bread  and  butter. 

Don’t  spare  the  peddler  ; make  him  pay  the  scot, 

Or  else  he’ll  find  for  him  this  place  too  hot. 

Judge.  As  I’m  the  chairman  of  this  gathering  here, 

I can  dismiss  the  court,  ’tis  very  clear. 

{Enter  333,  l.) 

Well,  gevus,  what’s  the  matter  with  you  now? 

You  look  excited,  — symptoms  of  a row? 

333.  Outside  the  door  I met  a little  chap 
Who’s  anxious  in  our  courts  to  have  a rap, 


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Will  spout  for  both  the  Gentile  and  the  Jew  ; 

And  after  that,  no  doubt,  he’ll  spout  for  you. 

Judge . Admit  the  fee ble  youth  who  seeks  a fee  ; 

Just  trot  him  out  till  we  his  paces  see. 

(Exit  333,  l.) 

(The  Jew  draws  from  his  pocket  a razor-strop , and  seat t 
himself  on  the  valise  ; commences  sharpening  his  shears .) 
Bass.  ( Grossing  to  his  r.)  Why  dost  thou  grit  thj 
teeth,  and  roll  thine  eye  ? 

Shy.  Because  this  strop  is  so  infernal  dry. 

Bass . Will  nothing  move  you,  you  infernal  Jew? 

Shy.  Not  as  I knows  on  ; nothing  said  by  you. 

Bass  Oh,  be  thou  hanged  ! thou  mischievous  old  man  ; 
Sell  out  your  shop  ; skedaddle,  if  you  can, 

To  some  lone  spot,  where  office-seekers  roam 
When  they  find  out  there  is  no  place  at  home  ; 

Where  wolves  turn  flip-flaps,  elephants  climb  trees, 
Gorillas  polk,  and  organ-monkeys  sneeze. 

The  place  for  you  is  there,  you  darned  old  hunks  ! 

Where  you  can’t  get  at  other  people’s  trunks. 

Shy  (producing  bond , and  pointing  to  seals). 

Till  thou  canst  split  more  rails  than  Uncle  Abe, 

Thou  railest  in  vain,  my  gentle,  smiling  babe. 

Repair  your  wit,  put  on  your  mouth  a stopper : 

I’ll  have  my  bond  ; so  put  that  in  your  hopper. 

Judge.  Here  comes  the  stranger  that’s  to  set  us  right,  — 
A Bloomer  ! goodness  gracious,  what  a sight ! 

(Enter  Portia , l.) 

Come  you  fiom  old  Bellario,  stranger  fair? 

Judged  by  your  suit,  you  some  sort  of  belle  are. 

Portia.  Faith,  judge,  ’tis  joking  now  your  honor  is  : 
No  matter  who  I am,  attend  to  biz. 


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Judge . I’m  glad  to  see  you,  like  your  manners  well* 
Which  minds  me  of  a joke  I’d  like  to  tell. 

All.  {Groan.)  Oh! 

Judge.  No  matter  now,  it’s  painful  to  some  folks 
To  hear  my  stories  ; so  we’ll  have  no  jokes. 

Portia.  Which  is  the  harpy  Jew,  and  which  the  peddler? 
Shy.  I am  no  Jewsharp , you  facetious  meddler  ! 
Portia.  So  your  name’s  Shylock,  eh  ! you  bird  of  evil  ? 
Shy.  Shylock’s  my  name  ; but  can’t  you,  pray,  be 
civil? 

Portia.  Silence,  ye  thief!  and  let  me  have  my  say. 

Ye  have  a queer  suit  here,  now,  any  way : 

But  yet  your  right ; for,  if  he  owes  you  money, 

You’ll  get  your  buttons  sure,  my  precious  honey. 

You  took  the  bobtail,  Mr.  What’s-yer-name,  I think? 
Ant.  I did  ; but  can’t  just  now  put  down  the  chink. 
Portia.  Then  must  the  Jew  give  credit ; that  is  flat. 
Shy.  By  what  convidsion  must  I ? tell  me  that. 
Portia.  The  quantity  of  credit  is  not  bounded  ; 

That  is,  where  on  a specie  base  ’tis  founded. 

But  specie’s  out  of  question  ; so,  of  course,  - 
Credit  comes  next,  or  greenbacks,  which  are  worse. 

The  postage  currency  might  do,  ’tis  plain  ; 

But  they  won’t  pass  : so  there  you’re  off  again. 

But  credit  is  above  all  this  confusion, 

’Tis  something  that  is  sought  for  in  profusion. 

’Gainst  men  who  want  for  clothes  ne’er  close  the  door ; 
Because  they  have  no  money  call  them  poor : 

’Twill  never  do,  it  would  far  meaner  be 
Than  ridiculing  Seward’s  famed  cold  tea. 

All  ask  for  credit ; and  that  same  asking 

Sho  lid  get  it  from  where  business-men  are  basking. 


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Fve  said  this  much  upon  this  great  occasion 
To  seek  to  move  your  heart  by  moral  suasion ; 

If  you  are  stubborn,  ,tis  fit  for  me  to  say 
The  bond  is  for  fit,  and  give  you  your  pay. 

Shy . Oh,  hang  your  spouting  ! there’s  enough  of  that. 
Antonio  spouted  once,  the  silly  flat, 

And  left  his  Sunday  coat  with  me  the  pawner 
Who  keep  at  number  one  around  the  corner. 

The  deed  is  forfeit ; and  I claim  my  due,  — 

A dozen  buttons,  and  brass  buttons  too. 

Portia . Can’t  some  of  you  patch  up  and  raise  the  cash  ? 
Bass.  Yes  : here’s  enough  to  settle  twice  the  hash  ; 

If  that  won’t  do,  I’ll  sell  my  horse  and  chaise, 

And  by  that  means  another  hundred  raise ; 

If  all  this  fails,  ’tis  very  plain  to  see 
This  jewel  here  the  prey  of  Jewell  be. 

My  gallant  Bloomer,  do  the  handsome  thing, 

And  rob  this  daddy  longlegs  of  his  sting. 

Portia.  It  must  not  be  ; there  is  no  higher  law 
To  come  in  here,  where  men  can  pick  a flaw : 

’T would  be  caught  up  by  all  reporters  here, 

And  in  the  Boston  Dailies  quick  appear. 

Shy.  A Daniel  come  to  judgment ! — yea,  a Daniel 
Pratt ; 

0 wise  young  Bloomer  ! you  may  take  my  hat. 

Portia.  I pray  you  let  me  look  upon  the  bond. 

Shy.  ( Giving  paper.)  Here  ’tis  : I’ve  got  him  fast, 
or  else  I’m  corned. 

Portia.  Why  this  is  a bill  for  pork  : I don’t  want  that. 
Shy.  ( Giving  another  paper .)  Quite  a mistake  : I have 

it  in  my  hat. 

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Pcrtia.  This  is  a milkman’s  score  ; hast  any  more  ? 
Shy.  No  : that  is  what  I use,  my  pork  to  score. 

( Gives  Portia  the  bond.) 

Portia.  Shylock,  the  sum  that’s  offered  large  is  quite. 
Shy.  I know  ; but  still  don’t  see  it  in  that  light. 

I swore  like  blazes,  though  I hadn’t  oughter, 

To  have  those  buttons  there,  and  nothing  shorter. 

Portia.  This  paper  is  all  right,  the  buttons  due 
At  sight ; not  even  three  days’  grace  for  you.  (To  Ant.) 
(To  Shy.)  Take  now  your  stamps,  and  throw  this  in 
the  fire. 

Shy.  Not  till  ’tis  paid  ; for  paper-rags  are  higher. 

It  doth  appear,  that,  in  this  pillared  place, 

You  hold  more  law  than  any  joillar-cdise. 

You  know  which  way  the  cat  jumps,  I have  found ; 

So,  lawyer , you  must  still  yer  law  expound. 

There  are  not  tongues  nor  sounds  enough  in  Quincy  Hall 
To  make  me  lose  one  button  of  them  all. 

Ant.  I pray  you  let  the  Jew  no  longer  scoff ; 

But  let  him  cut  his  button  : I’ll  cut  off. 

Portia.  Well,  then,  here  goes  ! Oh,  how  I hate  to  do  it ! 
I fear  the  buttons  on  your  coat  will  rue  it. 

Shy.  O noble  judge  ! a second  Mickey  Lynch  ! 

Bass.  Stand  firm,  Antonio  ; prythee,  do  not  flinch. 
Portia.  You  must  prepare  your  coat  there  for  his 
shears. 

Ant.  Don’t  blow  your  nose,  Bassanio  ; dry  your  tears. 
Portia.  From  off  your  breast  I give  the  Jew  his  due. 
Shy.  Ay  ; and  his  coat-tails,  too,  must  give  me  two  ! 
So  reads  the  bond,  as  black  as  ink  can  make  it. 

Portia ? It’s  black  enough  whichever  way  you  take  it. 


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211 


Have  you  a clerk  to  count  the  buttons  true? 

Shy . Some  one  to  count?  why,  yes  : I count  on  you. 
Portia . Have  by  some  seamstress,  Shylock,  on  your 
charge  ; 

If  you  should  chance  to  cut  the  holes  too  large  — 

Shy . (. Examining  the  bond .)  Is  any  seamstress  in 
the  bond  set  down  ? 
i cannot  see  it : mine  are  out  of  town. 

Portia . Well,  peddler,  have  you  any  thing  to  say? 
Ant.  No,  judge.  It  haps  I made  my  will  to-day, 
Settled  affairs,  and  then  insured  my  life. 

Bassanio,  when  ,tis  done,  go  tell  my  wife  ; 

And,  as  you  go,  please  drop  this  umbarella 
Just  round  the  corner,  in  the  oyster-cellar. 

Shy.  A wise  proceeding  for  your  reign  is  o’er. 

Bass.  Dry  up,  old  Shylock  ! you’re  a thundering  bore. 
Shy.  Come,  come  ! it’s  getting  late,  ’tis  after  nine  ; 
Rip  out  your  sentence,  and  I’ll  home  and  dine. 

Portia.  A dozen  buttons  from  his  coat  to  strip : 

That  is  the  letter  ; so,  Jew,  let  her  rip. 

■Shy.  O righteous  Bloomer  ! — 

Portia.  Shylock,  stop  your  jaw  ! 

Is  this  the  way  you  tamper  with  the  law  ? 

Shy.  Law,  no  ! I only  meant  a little  flattery. 
Portia.  I’ll  have  you  hauled  up  for  assault  and  bat- 
tery. 

The  court  awards  your  buttons  ; so,  pray  take  them. 
Shy.  Most  bumptious  jurisprudence,  see  me  rake  ’em. 
( Starts  cowards  Antonio  with  shears  extended , Portia 
Intercepts  him  with  her  parasol.} 

Portia.  Tarry  a little,  aged  Israelite  ; 

There’s  something  else  : be  not  so  anxious  quite. 


u.  o,-  ill  ue. 


212 


THE  PEDDLER  OF  VERY  NICE. 


The  law  doth  give  thee  here  no  jot  of  thread. 

All.  Ha  ! ( General  movement.  Bassanio  a id  An* 

tonio  embrace , upsetting  Antonio’s  board.  Siiylock 
tears  his  hair  out  by  the  handful ; the  Judge  jumps  up ; 
333  rings  his  bell ; and  the  Clerk  whistles  Yankee  Doodle .) 

Portia.  Nary  a thread,  if  here  I’ve  rightly  read  : 
Take,  then,  thy  bond,  and  take  thy  buttons  too  ; 

But,  in  the  getting  them,  be  careful  you  ; 

For,  if  you  cut  the  thread  that  holds  them  on, 

You’ll  get  cut  up  with  all  your  buttons  gone. 

Bass.  O downright  judge  ! mark,  Jew,  a perfect  trump. 
Shy.  ( Tearing  his  hair.)  I never  dreamed  that  way 
the  cat  would  jump. 

L think  I’ll  take  the  stamps,  and  let  him  go. 

Bass.  Here  are  your  stamps,  pray  take  them,  and 
now  — 

Portia.  Whoa ! 

The  Jew  can’t  have  them  ; nothing  but  his  due. 

Bass.  A second  Daniel  Pratt,  you  said,  my  Jew. 
Portia.  Come,  take  your  buttons  ; but  look  out,  d’ye 
hear? 

Shy.  To  take  them  without  cutting’s  nonsense  shear. 
Bass.  Too  sharp  for  you,  my  friend,  he  is  by  far. 
Now,  Jew,  we  have  thee  on  the  hip,  hip,  hip  — 

All.  Hurrah. 

Portia.  Why  do  you  pause?  is  not  the  matter  plain? 
Shy.  I came  to  cut : I’ll  cut,  and  come  again. 

(Going,  L.) 

Portia.  One  moment,  Shylock  ; not  so  fast,  I pray  : 
We’ve  yet  another  bill  for  you  to  pay. 

Fhe  law  doth  say,  that  every  bond  that’s  made 
Must  on  its-  face  a reyeaue-stamp  parade. 


THE  PEDDLER  OF  VERY  NICE. 


213 


Now,  on  your  bond  there  is  no  fifty  stamp : 

Into  the  County  Jail  you’ll  have  to  tramp. 

Judge . ( Putting  on  a long  white  nightcap . ) 

Hold  on  here  ! ere  you  haggle  any  more, 

Just  give  me  leave  to  flourish  now  my  oar. 

There’s  too  much  time  been  taken  on  this  case. 

Shylock,  hold  up  your  head,  and  show  your  face : 

Your  goods  are  forfeit ; money  and  old  clothes 
As  rightful  fee  unto  the  Bloomer  goes. 

Antonio,  you  go  home  and  soak  your  feet, 

Take  catnip-tea,  and  don’t  this  joke  repeat. 

The  case  is  settled,  and  for  bed  I’m  bent. 

What  say  you,  Jew ; are  you  at  all  content? 

Shy . Taken  my  money,  and  my  old  clo*  too ; 

Taken  my  house,  — well,  here’s  a precious  stew. 
They’ve  blocked  my  game,  and  seized  upon  my  props : 
What’s  to  be  done?  I know  ; just  here  I pops.  ( KneeU 
to  Portia.) 

Portia,  my  jewel,  you  have  all  my  goods, — 

Old  boots,  old  coats,  old  stockings,  hat,  and  hoods : 

Now,  pray  take  me  (I’m  oldest  of  them  all)  ; 

I’ll  be  your  slave,  and  grovel  at  your  call. 

I long  have  loved  you  — fifteen  minutes  most : 

Come  to  my  kitchen  now,  and  rule  the  roast. 

I’m  only  eighty-five  : ’tis  better  far 
To  be  an  old  man’s  darling  — 

Portia . Ask  my  pa. 

Shylock,  I’ll  take  you ; for,  to  tell  the  truth, 

I can’t  do  better  now  I’m.  past  my  youth. 

I’ve  turned  so  many  corners,  I’m  afraid, 

If  I don’t  have  you,  I’m  a fixed  old  maid.  j d 


2H 


THE  PEDDLER  OF  VERY  NICE. 


Shy . Delicious  Bloomer,  name  the  happy  day  * 

Bass . Hold  on  a moment,  Fve  a word  to  gay. 

That  maid’s  my  wife,  or  ought  to  be,  I’ll  swear. 

Portia.  Well ; you  are  saucy,  sir,  I do  declare. 

Shy.  How  do  you  make  it,  I should  like  to  know. 
Bass.  Why,  William  Shakspeare  says  it  should  be  so. 
Shy.  Shakspeare.  Don’t  know  the  man  ; pray  who 
is  he? 

Bass.  The  author  of  this  play  ; or  ought  to  be. 

Shy.  The  author  of  this  play  ; that’s  quite  romantic  : 
There’s  no  such  man  writes  for  u The  Atlantic.” 

So  hold  your  gab  while  Portia  names  the  day, 

Ah  ! not  before  these  people  ( pointing  to  audience ) now, 
I pray. 

W e’ll  make  it  public  when  the  deed  is  done. 

Judge,  at  our  dinner,  hope  that  you’ll  make  one. 

Judge.  Certainly,  this  reminds  me  of  a story. 

Shy.  We’ll  have  it  at  the  dinner  then,  old  glory. 

[ have  a word  to  say  to  those  that  wait ; 

And  now  I’ll  say  it,  for  ’tis  getting  late. 

(To  audience .) 

When  for  my  due-bill  I was  striving  here, 

Bachelors’  buttons  then  I claimed,  ’tis  clear. 

As  I’m  to  be  a married  man,  ’tis  plain 
For  these  same  buttons  I can’t  come  again. 

I will  reform,  no  longer  villain  be  ; 

So,  if  I tried  to  cut,  pray  don’t  cut  me  ; 

Smile  on  our  play,  and  all  our  trouble’s  o’er : 

'Tis  the  original,  ne’er  played  before. 

DISPOSITION  OF  CHARACTERS  AT  END. 

R,  Clerk , Judger  Shy , Portia , Ant.  Bass.  333,  h 


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v music  by  C.  A*  White.  For  oue  adult  (male  or  female)  and  three 
r f children;  chorus,  if  desired.  Price,  25  Cents. 

) Timmy,  The  Newsboy.  In  One  Act.  Written  and  composed  by 
W.  C.  Parker.  For  one  adult  (male),  and  one  boy.  No  chorus. 
Very  easy  and  tuneful.  Price,  25  Cents. 

The  Four-leafed  Clover.  In  Three  Acts.  By  Mary  B.  Horne. 
For  children  of  from  six  to  fifteen  years.  Seven  boys,  seven  girls, 
and  chorus.  Very  picturesque.  Price,  50  Cents. 

Beans  and  Buttons.  In  One  Act.  Words  by  Wm.  H.  Lepere; 
music  by  Alfred  G.  Robyn.  Two  male  and  two  female  characters ; 
no  chorus.  Very  comical  and  easy.  Price,  50  Cents. 

Hunt  the  Thimble.  In  One  Act.  Words  by  A.  G.  Lewis;  music  by 
Leo  R.  Lewis.  Two  male,  two  female  characters  and  small  chorus. 
Simple  and  pretty.  Price,  50  Cents. 

Red  Riding  Hood's  Rescue.  In  Four  Scenes.  Words  by  J.  E. 
Estabrook;  music  by  J.  Astor  Broad.  Three  male,  four  female 
characters  and  chorus.  Price,  50  Cents. 

Golden  Hair  and  the  Three  Bears.  In  Five  Scenes.  By  J.  Astor 
Broad.  Three  adults  (2  m.,  1 f.),  eight  children  and  chorus.  Music 
is  easy,  graceful,  and  pleasing.  Price,  75  Cents. 

R.  E.  Porter ; or,  The  Interviewer  and  the  Fairies.  In  Three 
Acts.  Words  by  A.  G.  Lewis;  music  by  Leo  R.  Lewis.  Six  male, 
six  female  characters,  and  chorus.  Very  picturesque  and  pretty. 

Price,  75  Cents. 

Gyp,  Junior.  In  Two  Acts.  Words  by  Earl  Marble;  music  by 
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Alvin  Gray;  or,  The  Sailor’s  Return.  In  Three  Acts.  Written 
and  composed  by  C.  A.  White.  Ten  characters,  including  chorus; 
can  be  made  more  effective  by  employing  a larger  number. 

Price,  75  Cents. 


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